Standing Tall

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Standing tall for all to see,
Touching the sky is no longer a would-be
Never swaying by the breeze
But one group sought to seize,
Two crashes like thunder
Brought all men to a blunder,
To watch and scream in fear
No time for a tear,
Men in red fought to defend
But fire they had to contend,
For all breathe to leave your chest
To lay so many to rest,
Where all life seemed to stall,
When two towers fall.

- Billy Johnson

Today is a day to remember all that died when those two tower fell.

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